But as soon as she grabbed the door handle, she came face-to-face with someone standing on the other side of the glass.
“Gasp…”
Juhan holding takeaway cups from a nearby café and a moment of silence.
With the door-sized man blocking the way, Eunsu gave up on escaping and reluctantly pulled the handle. Juhan stepped inside as the door opened.
“I didn’t expect you to open the door for me.”
‘I didn’t mean to,’ Eunsu thought but stopped herself, fearing it might sound too tsundere.
Juhan, who had placed the cups on the now spotless table, sat down on a chair by himself. Eunsu sat opposite him.
“Here.”
Juhan offered an iced Americano to Eunsu. It was a familiar gesture, as if there was no other drink she would have.
The thought that her preferences might have changed didn’t seem to cross his mind, but knowing it was a pointless argument, she silently accepted it.
“…I’ll enjoy it.”
Sip.
In the awkward silence, the sound of drinking through the straw seemed unusually loud.
Eunsu spoke first.
“If you came looking for Senior Kiwoo’s office, it’s not here but…”
“No. I came to talk to you.”
Juhan cut her off gently. Eunsu almost frowned.
“How did you know I was here?”
“Senior Kiwoo.”
“…”
“I didn’t go around asking. I had something to contact him about, and he told me first.”
Always so loose-lipped. Someone should guarantee a price drop for that mouth.
How far did he tell? If he mentioned me being here, he must have mentioned me quitting my job too, damn it.
While Eunsu grumbled internally, Juhan coughed softly and then spoke.
“Thanks for coming that day.”
Instead of responding, Eunsu nodded slightly. She instantly understood he was referring to the funeral of Juhan’s father a month ago.
Having attended the same high school and university as Juhan, Eunsu often heard news about him, whether she wanted to or not.
When she saw the obituary posted by Kiwoo in the group chat, she was quite disturbed. It was his father’s death, after all, and it weighed on her mind.
After much deliberation, she briefly paid her respects the night before the funeral. Regardless of how they had broken up, she felt it was right to do so in such circumstances.
To her surprise, the man in the portrait at the funeral was someone Eunsu knew.
Kim Kyunghoon, the first-generation vintage furniture collector in Korea and operator of the vintage furniture shop .
The only thing Juhan had ever said about his father was that they were practically strangers since he divorced his mother when Juhan was young. Juhan never spoke more about it, and Eunsu never asked. So, she had never imagined that man and Juhan were father and son.
‘Is he feeling a bit better now?’
Eunsu glanced at Juhan. She noticed his side profile as he looked around the office.
‘He seems thinner.’
At the funeral, he had looked haggard, his jawline sharper than in her memories.
Juhan turned his head. Eunsu, who had awkwardly averted her gaze, thought it weirder and met his eyes again. Then she spoke as calmly as possible.
“Did you come all this way just to say that?”
“That, and something else.”
“Something else?”
Eunsu suddenly remembered something and gasped internally.
She had completely forgotten about the call she made to him after drinking with Solhee one dawn.
‘He surely isn’t here to talk about that, right?’
Eunsu’s hands began to tremble. Just when she thought the ice in her Americano might start clinking, she took the initiative.
“I don’t remember it.”
“What?”
“That, the call I made to you a while ago. I don’t remember why I did it or what I said. That’s why I didn’t reply to your text.”
Juhan, who had been staring at Eunsu, made an expression that seemed like a smile but also not.
“Oh, is that so?”
“Yeah, that.”
Eunsu straightened her back as if trying to appear confident.
“Speaking of which.”
“Yeah.”
“What did I say…?”
Juhan leaned back in his chair, crossed his legs, placed his hands on his knees, and tilted his head slightly.
“Well, I don’t remember either.”
“What?”
Is he mocking me, or is he serious?
Eunsu’s eyes sharpened. Juhan, seemingly unconcerned, replied with a slightly languid look in his eyes.
“I was asleep when I answered. You know, when I’m asleep…”
Juhan trailed off, realizing it was somewhat awkward to talk about sleeping habits given their relationship. Of course, Eunsu understood.
It was one of Juhan’s habits. He would answer calls and even respond while asleep but would remember nothing once awake.
It was a plausible reason, yet a seed of doubt sprouted.
“Then why did you send that text?”
“What did I send?”
“…Never mind.”
Eunsu gave up.
Juhan might truly not remember, or he might not want to tell her. Either way, further discussion would only make her seem pathetic. So, she decided to just let it go, despite feeling uneasy.
With an inscrutable gaze fixed on Eunsu, Juhan spoke.
“The reason I wanted to talk isn’t about that day.”
It wasn’t?
So, I brought up something unnecessary?
Just as the embarrassment threatened to turn into annoyance, Juhan’s voice reached Eunsu.
“Let’s work together.”
“What?”
Eunsu asked again, thinking she might have heard wrong. Juhan adjusted his posture and repeated.
“You said you won’t keep working here. I’ll pay you, so let’s work together.”
Eunsu, staring at Juhan, frowned deeply.
“Are you out of your mind? Why would I work with you?”
“Why work? To earn money. To pay into savings and pay off loans.”
Eunsu’s gaze grew fiercer.
“Are you mocking me for being unemployed? Do I look so desperate to you?”
“It’s not like that,” Juhan replied calmly and continued.
“I’m planning to run my father’s shop.”
Eunsu’s sharp gaze softened slightly, mixed with confusion.
From what she had heard indirectly, Juhan went to the U.S. after their breakup and was working at his mother’s business consulting firm. She remembered seeing a wreath from that company at the funeral.
“…What about your current job?”
“It never really suited me. I’ve become interested in vintage furniture, and I need someone knowledgeable about it. Senior Kiwoo said so, right? You’re the only one he knows who fits the bill. Actually, you’re the only one.”
Is that senior in his right mind? There are other people to introduce. What kind of lunatic does that!
Did he forget that Juhan and I used to date? It’s not impossible for Yun Kiwoo. Juhan gently added.
“I can accommodate your conditions as much as possible. I’d like an answer without personal feelings.”
Eunsu reflexively responded.
“I have no personal feelings towards you.”
Then quickly added.
“But regardless, I refuse.”
After a brief silence, Juhan took something out of his pocket.
“I didn’t want to use this, but…”
“This?”
Juhan extended a small piece of paper towards Eunsu, who tilted her head in curiosity.
Eunsu, taking it without much thought, read it and then screamed.
“Yaaah! You crazy!”
When the male lead is punished by carrying the female lead’s child and having periods like a woman
“I’ve given birth to two children for you, yet you still think about him.
Was I nothing but his substitute to you from beginning to end?”
Synopsis:
Meng Huan, a scumbag who has dated countless girlfriends, transmigrates to a female-dominated country.
Day 1: Whether it’s female dominance or not doesn’t matter. The beauties here are passionate and amorous. Isn’t it easier to date them than in modern times?
Day 2: After a night, Meng Huan discovers the differences in the female-dominated world. Men here actually have chastity locks and menstrual cycles. This hinders his ability to perform, damn it!
Day 3: What’s wrong with sleeping around? I don’t want you to marry me. I’m meant to be a playboy. I don’t care about male virtues… What? You want to drown me in a pig cage? Marry, I’ll marry!
Day N: Meng Huan inexplicably vomits and receives the shocking news of his life… He’s pregnant.
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